The demand for more entries has been met. Sort of. I feel special. Okay, updatey. This has been a pretty bad last couple of weeks for me, with some good stuff in between to make sure I don't go crazy. It all started with the car trouble. I already knew I needed a new clutch, but when I was delivering, I hit these massive above ground manhole covers and scraped my muffler loose. Man, was it loud. Was I upset? Yes. But this was only the beginning. Fortunately, Josh was with me, and he said he would be able to fix it. However, when Chris tried to fix it the next day, I don't remember why, but it wouldn't work. So we took it to Speedy, where the guy said it was gonna cost like $450 because it couldn't be reattached, it needed to be replaced. I started crying, hahaha. Long story short, we bought a part at Lordco, went to Promax, and found out that some idiot had welded the entire muffler together, so it took a lot longer than expected, aka, more money. In the end through, it ended up costing like $250. Then came the bad news. I had a hole in my warer pump, (I feel like I'm telling you guys how I found out I had cancer or something) and it was going to cost like $650 to replace. Fuck. So, more crying on Chris' shoulder.

      I couldn't afford to do that right now, so I was gonna have to just top it up with water every day until I could get it fixed. Few days go by, no problemo. Then, when I am delivering pizza, I remember why I hate my blue tinted windows, and I back into a car, leaving a nice scuff mark and a small dent. I talk to the guy, who is pretty nice about it, and he says he'll call ICBC (which is bad, because I don't have delivery insurance) and get a quote etc. He gets back to me a couple days later while I am shopping and says that it's going to be $1200 to fix! I start crying. (Lots of that going on, apparently) So I didn't think it should be that much, so Chris and I snuck over to his house around three one night and checked it out with camera and flashlights in hand. We were very stealth. Chris thinks it's less than $1200, but I haven't talked to the guy in a while, so, whatever, that's still up in the air.

      A few days go by, Chris gets annoyed with me and calls me a crybaby. I start crying. Then he later apologizes, when he realizes I am having the worst time ever right now. Um, a few more days, then all of the sudden, my car is overheating like nuts. Kinda suprised my engine didn't seize. So no more driving. Took four days off work, finally decided to try that Bar Leaks stuff, even though the hole was in my water pump. Lots of manhours later and it seems to have worked. So for now, the blue beast is running. Sometime during this period, my mother has agreed to let me having my birthday party at my house, and that she and my dad will go to Victoria for the weekend. I am ecstatic because it had been looking like it wasn't going to happen. Foreshadowing.

      This morning, I woke up at three pm because I had stayed up all night reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. (read read read!) As soon as I walk upstairs, my mother, the drama queen, says, "I'm not so sure about this party." I'm not so sure what she means. That's nice? Blah blah blah, if anybody dies, it's our fault. Fuck. I had a massive party last year and nothing went wrong. Seriously, my mother is grahhh, there's not even a word for it. She starts shouting to my dad to join forces with her, but he stays silent. She announces that her and my dad will go out for the evening, and will be back at 11pm. Two hours after my party has started. Before my party has even started. I scream and yell, and tell her I'm not having her ruin my party. She's goes back on several promises. I leave for work and cry in the car. I am furious. I throw things.

      Yesterday was a bad night at work. A customer asked Monica if I was a crackhead, told me I was an idiot, and yelled at me for being so. Some guy had been waiting outside his house, which I was delivering too, and they payed me for the pizza. Happens all the time. Cept this time, they were the wrong people. Great. And then Monica sends me to fucking the end of Cedar and gets mad when I am gone too long. She cries. I cry. Seve brings me Cotton Candy. I feel like throwing up.

      Highlights lately are... (was) the upcoming 20th birthday party, seeing Jordan outside the queens teehee... that's about it, I ate lots of MGM, but I'm pretty sure I got food poisoning, since I've been waking up really sick lately. Uh yeah. So I'm hoping against hope now that I can convince my dad to just let me do this party. If not, then I guess I'll be sending out an e-mail about it later. I'm getting really upset and angry. Perhaps I will go cry. Or maybe eat. Eating makes me feel better. (I'm a fat kid at heart) Hope that wasn't too boring.
music. new hawthorne heights cd